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Vengeance

 Every single passenger in the bus protested as the driver insisted on waiting for the woman that morning. The woman however seemed unbothered, and took her time getting into the bus. When she finally climbed into the bus she stopped at the door and observed everyone seated with an unmistakable sneer on her broad face. 

There was nothing fascinating about her really, except that she was wearing an unbelievably thick red sweater which was a complete mismatch for the weather as the sun was up earlier than usual and was already shimmering with it's radiant morning heat. Also, the woman had a dog in her brown and odd-looking handbag. Which was a rare sight since most people around that area did not own dogs, and the very few who did always kept their dogs at home. Yet there she was with her dog and all. She had even taken her time to put a red bow on the dog's head. With this, it was clear she didn't belong there; she was a stranger.

Apart from the dog and the red sweater, there was nothing unusual about her. She was just a six-feet tall massive bulk of moving fat and her choice clothes did nothing at all to hide her shapelessness. Eventually, she settled down in a seat near a window, nearly squeezing the other passengers on the seat. Her her was packed in a no-nonsense style with a red ribbon as well. 

Her small eyes were clouded with grief but she consoled her self with the notion that she would finally get justice for her son's death. After waiting in vain for the law to do so, she decided to do it herself. And she was really close, since the perpetrators were currently on the bus with her. One of them being the bus driver. 

As she stroked the head of the dog absentmindedly, her hand came to rest on the red bow on its head. Her son had gifted the bow to the dog and not so long after, he was murdered. Now, she would unleash the dog in the bus as she dealt with the murderers. 

The bus reached its first stop. She got up nimbly despite her large size and moved towards the door. But she didn't exit bus. She blocked the door and turned to face her co-passengers. From beneath her red sweater, she pulled out a gun and sent the driver to the great beyond. 

Then she ordered everyone else to remain seated, when they tried to protest, she raised up her sweater to reveal a mini-arsenal of guns. The passengers were too intimidated to refuse so they resumed their seats as she and her dog fished out the other killers. 


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